Edinburgh
Remaining Wounds

"Don't you want to come in, Blaire?" ask Viktorija who immediately disperse the girl's daydream. Blaire just looked. He did not respond or say anything. All the passions in him seemed to have been lost without remaining at all. "By looking at the store, it will not make the owner suddenly come and prostrate to you," Viktorija said again as she passed into the kitchen.

What Viktoriya said is true. How strongly Blaire thinks of a Christian, it doesn't change anything. In fact the handsome man who yesterday was still so friendly and so sweet, with all the words and body language full of temptation has now gone and disappeared without a trace like smoke soaring into the sky.

Blaire was really not excited that day. He forced himself to keep smiling and be as friendly as possible to every buyer who came. Viktoriya was right. Although the weather is not friendly, but it does not dampen the desire of people to enjoy a cup of hot coffee at the store. That day, all the tables were almost filled.

Blaire also chose to open the book that Christian gave her some time ago. He was so engrossed in reading that he did not realize that there was a buyer standing before him. "Latte" said a man who was about to order Blaire a coffee.

Instantly, the girl raised her face. "certain. Would you like a drink here or ...." Blaire did not continue, because the man looked closely and made the girl uncomfortable. "Excuse me?" Blaire tried to reprimand the blond man with her pair of blue eyes.

"Ah yes, I'm sorry." The man smiled calmly after realizing his attitude. "Have we met before?" The owner of the blue eyes raised next to the eyebrows without distracting from the beautiful girl, who looked lazy with the typical pleasantries of a man with the intention of seducing.

"I think you're wrong" said Blaire, writing the man's order.

"Maybe, too" the man replied. He then saw what Blaire had written on a small piece of paper. "Please add vanilla flavoring," he asked without removing the calm smile that had graced his looks. However, for Blaire still not as handsome as Christian, even though the man is a con man.

Without answering, Blaire followed the request. After he finished writing, he turned to the man. "There again?" tanyakanya.

"That's enough. I'll have a drink here" replied the man. He then took out a piece of money from his wallet to pay for the coffee. After receiving a change from Blaire, the man of similar stature to Christian immediately headed for the still-empty table. He sat there quietly and pulled out his phone.

While Blaire returned to her book and continued reading, until the order was ready for her to deliver to the blonde man. "Thank you," said the man who had been stealing glances at him ever since.

"Good fun." Blaire replied with a smile. As much as possible he did not show too clearly that it was a forced smile.

Without further ado, the beautiful girl returned to the booking table. He continued the delayed activity with a gift book from Christian. At least that's what the man left behind, besides a great feeling of pain and disappointment in Blaire.

Page by page the girl opened. Now, he arrived in the middle of the book. There, Blaire finds a piece of photo that looks worn out. Portrait of a teenage boy with Christian's face holding a little girl.

With trembling hands, Blaire took the photo and flipped it over. There is something behind the photo. The handwriting that looks so beautiful and neat reads ‘Christian and Pandora, 199x’. Blaire's tears are melting again.

The squeezing of the photo was strong, then Blaire threw it into the trash can that was not far from where it was. Unsatisfied, the girl grabbed the thick book lying on the table, and she threw it in the trash as she did in the photo.

The sound caused was quite loud, when the thick cover of the book collided with the edge of the trash can. Blaire stared blankly at the object for a while, before she finally decided to go back to retrieve the book. That was when, the back of the book opened, making something tucked inside, fall down and float right near Blaire's feet.

The girl's heart seemed to stop beating, when she picked up one thing that was again a photo. However, it is not a photo of Christian with Pandora that he saw, but a photo of himself from a considerable distance.

Blaire squeezed a picture of herself in her arms. While the left hand gripped tightly onto Christian's thick book. Shortly thereafter, Blaire again threw the book as fast as possible into the trash, to the point of making some visitors who were in the tavern turn to her. But Blaire doesn't care anymore. The crying could not stand it either. Either way, Blaire has to get rid of this very uncomfortable feeling.

“Are you okay? Will I get you something?” bargain someone. He who had ordered the latte, was now standing before Blaire with a worried look.

“Blaire? What's the matter?” Not yet had the beautiful girl replied, Viktorija had already reprimanded while walking closer to him.

“I'm sorry, Mom. I'm just a little out of control" said Blaire, wiping away her tears as she looked at the mother who looked very worried. It made the blonde girl become aware of her rather excessive attitude.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Mrs Sutherland?” The man standing in front of Blaire earlier, greeted Viktorija.

“Ah, hi," said Viktorija who immediately showed an expression of hospitality.

"Are you not the son of the new neighbor? I'm sorry my daughter, she's not feeling well. That's why he became a bit sensitive, but I will tell him to come home soon,” Viktorija said in a tone that sounded so calm, as if nothing serious at all.

“I'm not at all bothered, Madam. If you need help, then just say it. As much as possible I'll give it to him. Aren't we neighbors?” The friendly face smiled broadly at Viktorija, then turned to Blaire who looked down even more.

“It looks like it's a good idea. Blaire is saturated and needs entertainment. Maybe you can take him for a walk tonight,” Viktorija chirps just like that. However, Blaire turned her head and glared sharply at the woman who had given birth to him.

“You are a kind and polite young man. Something that is rarely owned by young people today. You are also very handsome, and it reminds me of my late husband,” flattered Viktorija endlessly, even though he did not know the young man at all.

“Bu!” cut Blaire who objected to her mother's attitude.

“Ah, what was your name? Why did I suddenly forget?” Viktorija did not respond at all to the princess's protest.

“Aaron, Mistress. However, it seems I can not take the streets of your daughter later tonight,” reply the tall man with calm.

“Do you already have a lover?” Viktorija scrunched her forehead while putting on a serious mimic.

“No, not because of that. I can't take your daughter for a walk, because I haven't memorized the area around here myself. My family just moved to this district this morning,”, Aaron replied, looking meaningfully at Blaire.

“Then let my daughter be the guide,” break up Viktorija with half force.